It was only ninety-eight cents short. You’d think the bus driver could’ve taken me part way. I trudged through torrential rain.
My mood was growing as dark as the weather. Nothing was going to cheer me.
I ran to the source of the sound. A child was being carried along by the water. I could see a violent eddy marking a drain a little further along. The child would be sucked under.
Struggling to the child, I snatched him in my arms and carried him to safety.
It was only ninety-eight cents but it saved a life.